Monday, December 06, 2010

Despite being named for a movie star, my furry son rarely pays any heed to movies. The only thing he enjoys about DVDs is the reflected light they throw on the walls.

But this morning his paws sifted through a stack of Fox Searchlight screeners and he was suddenly all opinionated. He immediately claimed Danny Boyle's 127 Hours for his own. Moments later -- my god how I wish I had been filming -- he pulled that flick closer, then shoved Hilary Swank's Convictionright off the couch!

I am not making this up.

Later he used Never Let Me Go as a mattress which is as good a use as any for the movie.

This reminds me of my dog Maverick. He would watch films with me and genuinely react to what was happening on screen. I'll never forget when he put his head between his paws while watching The Sword and the Stone when Merlin screamed "Fly me to Bermuda!" and abandoned the young Arthur; he didn't perk up again until the finale at just the right moment to show he was paying attention.

Step -- your cats fur looks much softer. I got him from a shelter in the Bronx. He was a little crack baby kitten with bad eyes and obviously not weaned properly from mom... but he got healthy once i took him home. But he's old now (12). hope i get some more years with him.